rinoahyuna

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Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun, R, around 1140 words
Ohmiya Drabble Collection, part 28
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It was the sound of his shower running that woke Nino, but it was the scent of unfamiliar cologne clinging to his pillow that jerked him into full panic mode. He jumped from the bed and stumbled on his ass on his carpeted floor, wincing at the unexpected pain around his lower back.

What the hell just happened?

He shook himself awake and contemplated rushing towards the direction of the kitchen to grab something to defend himself with, the sound of an unfamiliar masculine voice humming an equally-unfamiliar song made him pause.

Who in hell was that? Did he happen to invite some stranger back to his apartment last night and he just couldn’t remember it? But, wait…yesterday – yesterday was his birthday, right? And his friends – Aiba-chan and Sho-chan and J and Toma – they surprised him with a birthday celebration and – and –

What in hell happened after that? He couldn’t fucking remember any of it.

“Damn you, Ninomiya,” he cursed to himself, almost pulling his hair out of sheer frustration. The pain in his lower back was indication enough that something kinky happened last night, but to hell with it because he couldn’t remember any of it. He couldn’t remember who did him, either, or if he was going to motherfreaking regret getting drunk on his own damn birthday party.

God, what if it was one of his friends who he had sex with? The embarrassment alone was enough to make him puke, honestly.

He pulled himself from his sprawl on the floor and sat on the bed’s edge to think. If he thought about it sensibly, he could say for certain that it was highly unlikely that he’d end up fucking one of his friends no matter how drunk he was, or vice versa. Sho-chan only had the hots for Jun, and Jun might feel the same way but he’s a goddamn sadist. It probably had to do with the fact that he’d been the one who fell for Sho first, way back when they were younger, and that Sho had firmly declined Jun’s love because he thought – claimed – he was straight.

Joke’s on him, obviously.

And well, Jun wouldn’t even think of fucking him even when his younger friend was so wasted, and Nino was certain that hadn’t changed. They were two very different individuals, competitive and stubborn to a fault, their tastes in things are completely in contrast with each other that the thought of fucking Jun was enough to make him cringe.

But Aiba-chan was another story altogether, obviously because he and Aiba had a history together, though not a pleasant one at that, but still. Nino hoped he didn’t lose what little dignity he had left and had ended up inviting Aiba to his bed, otherwise – no, he didn’t even want to imagine it.

The shower stopped and Nino was sure his heart did, too. He watched, both in horror and in shame, as the door to the bathroom opened and a stranger (thankfully!) stepped out, tanned from head to toe and water droplets clinging to his skin as he stood there, blinking at Nino.

Despite his better judgments (and relief, thank fuck), he swallowed past the lump that lodged in his throat and forced his eyes away from the stranger’s abs (wow).

“W-Who are you?” he croaked, hoping he didn’t sound strange, because he sure felt like it. His eyes caught a reddish mark above the stranger’s right shoulder, and for some reason, his stomach knotted at the sight of it.

“Ohno. Ohno Satoshi,” the man said, running a hand through his damp hair. “Um, you don’t remember, do you?”

Nino wanted to scoff at that. “I won’t be asking you if I did,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here?”

The man, Ohno, grinned; it’s the lopsided kind that looked charming on the man, despite Nino trying not to focus on it entirely. “Just had to take a shower before I have to leave,” Ohno said, “I’m sorry you don’t remember me, but I swear I didn’t do anything to you that you didn’t – like.”

He grimaced at that. “Are you not going to tell me who you are and what exactly you’re doing – here?” he prompted; he didn’t have to admit that the exchange was doing things to his body that wasn’t exactly – appropriate, especially when he was in the middle of interrogating a sort-of stranger, but to hell with it.

The man shrugged. “Your friend, Aiba-san, hired me to, well, entertain you. On your birthday last night. There, do you remember it now?”

Nino frowned. A hired entertainer? And Aiba hired him? What the hell. “Why would Aiba hire an actor on my birthday?” he asked, confused.

“Well, I’m not exactly an actor.”

“But you just said –“

“ – I was hired to entertain, yes, but that’s not – fine, I’m a stripper,” Ohno chuckled, as if he was trying not to laugh at the sort-of absurdity of it. Nino was too busy gaping to even notice. “I was hired here last night, but you were drunk already when I arrived. You asked me to give you a lap dance.”

“I asked you to what?”

“You heard me,” Ohno said, “And don’t worry, that’s all on video. Your friends took it, said they need it as evidence.”

He narrowed his eyes, swallowing his embarrassment in favor of asking Ohno about another thing. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

Ohno gave him a look, and sighed. “Ninomiya-san, we had sex. Okay? You chased your friends out after the lap dance was over and you kind of, well, asked me to, you know?”

What? “W-What?”

“Don’t look so embarrassed,” Ohno said, smiling like he meant it. Nino was torn between being horrified and aroused to even care. “I mean, last night was – good. I really enjoyed it.”

What was he supposed to say to that? He blinked and swallowed hard, realized he was staring at Ohno and imagining what it felt like, last night? When those hands were touching him, when that gorgeous body was pressed warmly against his own?

“I – don’t remember any of it,” he murmured, and stood. He’d cover his nakedness if he had the brain capacity to even care about that fact now, but obviously, he didn’t. He strode forward to where the stripper was, stopping when he was close enough to see the reflection of his own face through the man’s dark, dark eyes, smelling the scent of his own body wash clinging to the man’s damp skin.

The man leaned closer and reached up to thumb his cheek. “Do you want me to remind you?”

Nino licked his lips and leaned in. “Please do,” he whispered. “Ohno-san.”

The man grinned, hands closing around his hips and pulling him in. “My pleasure.”